The Red Shoes (1948)


Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger collaborated as director and writer on a whole series of films through the forties and fifties, but The Red Shoes is perhaps the most breathtaking of them all. The accomplishment here is nearly otherwordly, and even though I'm not fond of the story's ending I know that it makes perfect narrative sense. Jaw-dropping cinematography by Jack Cardiff makes the film possible, setting an otherwordly stage for the long, utterly absorbing ballet performance of the fairy tale version of "The Red Shoes" that holds the film together. Moira Shearer debuts as the young dancer torn between her boyfriend and ballet, love and art.
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